You go to Damon’s in Glendale. You do not encounter the man with the sunburn ever again in your life. You eat decent food for a very reasonable price, get instantly loaded on one mai tai, and do not die. Years later, your uncle sells your tiki bar for a profit. You have moved on to other things by then. You don’t care for tiki at the time.
gulp…gulp…
wooo-hoo!!! Damon’s!!
THE END
